Very surprised to find that my professor wrote the textbook we are using. Not only that, but he wrote other books as well - novels and nonfiction for children, which I find completely disarming. The textbook is unexpectedly entertaining, peppered with literary allusions from Hemmingway to Shakespeare. A search to find reviews of his previous books turned up nothing - no image of the cover, no opinions, and nearly all titles are out-of-print.
I feel that this is what will happen to my books, if I publish any, which I sincerely doubt. I suppose that one of my most terrible, aching fears is that I will be brushed away and forgotten, perhaps laughed at and dismissed with barely a glance.

In the library, toying with the idea of foraging the stacks to find Kafka's notebooks. Can't quite decide to go up on my own, as I also am not entirely sure how to check the book out. I may as well go to the bookstore and buy that sweatshirt I wanted, but vacillation seems so much more enticing.
What's worse is that I really should be doing work, but instead I'm rambling on about nothing and brooding that someone did not find my review helpful on amazon.com, when it really was an excellent review.
Anyway.
Somewhat bored, and discouraged that this 'Birth of the Earth' fiasco isn't quite going as planned. I hadn't anticipated that amazon wouldn't be able to ship it for three weeks. It serves me right, I suppose. Falling into an absolute spiral of depression over the B+ on my math test, and fervently praying that the grade either (a)does not include bonus points or (b)is not yet curved. If I truly have a B+ I'll work myself into an epileptic fit because it implies that I must, above all costs, get an A on the next test.
Conjoined with this is that I have a nasty suspicion - nay, almost a certainty - that I did not get an A on my Spanish quiz. This is not as dire as the math test, because I had gotten an A on the previous quiz, test, and anticipate on my writing assignment, but troubling nonetheless.
I also have a Science test on Thursday, and this will be my greatest shortcoming of all. Ignoring the fact that I have no understanding of the subject matter, I also do not have the book, the aformentioned and somewhat comically titled 'Birth of the Earth', nor any means of aquiring it by Thursday.
My future is appropriately bleak....there seems to be a major exodus of students from the library, for no apparent reason.
I suppose I'll have to drag Liane to Book Horizons after school, but I also have to get my mother a birthday present somehow, and a nice one at that.
I really should be reading my Western Civ. book, but I'm not too worried about that test, as history is something I seem to have a bizarre, instrinsic knowledge of.
There's still forty minutes until my class, I could still poke through the stacks or grab that sweater. Then again, maybe the sweater isn't a very good idea. I don't want something that completely hides my body, as Liane forcing me to get Wendy's everyday is not going to be kind to my clothes situation, and if I never look at myself, I'll never stop. But then again, it does get cold and I've wanted one for a while, before Wendy's infiltrated my life uninvited...
At any rate, I need to make a decision soon. Hmm. I think it may be the sweater, the image of me poking about amongst dusty old books for the remainder of the afternoon is classic, but somehow I feel that it would depress me to find myself doing so.
And I have wanted that sweater...

I have to pick my sister up in six minutes.

Classes at UM consist mainly of me sitting in chair dilligently recording notes while lightly drooling into my open palm that it cradling my head. Not that it is unpleasant - no, far better than high school. Free time spent largely with friends, lounging in the bizarre ACS room or whispering in the library, and seeing odd foreign films.

It is not bad, certainly, it is much better than any time in school has been before, but it is peppered with a vague feeling of discontent.

Went to Quench last night with Elaine. We came early because, as poor college folk, we had no money and it was free before ten. Suffice to say, things really didn't heat up until about eleven, until which time we debated going up to tables of solitary men and decided that (a) we needed to watch reruns of 'Sex and the City' for club-hitting tips and (b) things would be a whole lot easier if we were tipsy before coming inside, and therefore needed to take a couple of vodka shots beforehand.

I only had one drink because I had to drive, a vodka and cranberry (well, along with a few sips from a bucket full of some rum-like drink), and most of the night was spent with Elaine getting progressively more drunk and dancing progressively more provocatively with men. Because I wasn't even tipsy, my social awkwardness began to kick in as Elaine threw all inhibitions to the wind, and I spent some time lurking in a corner searching for her among the sweaty mass of people on the dance floor. When I did find her she told me not to leave, because she thought some man (codename: Scarface) may have put something in her drink. Unable to escape from the mob, and Elaine being remarkably unconcerned because of her drunken state, she began to dance with some man named Alex and I with a man named Juan, the four of us in a way that I fear I cannot share on a potentially public blog.

Juan left to the bathroom and things between Eliane and Alex were just heating up, but, because I was already tired, tripping over drunk people, and having drinks sloshed on me, I voted to go. Elaine gave Alex her number and I led her into the street, giggling all the way and clutching my arm for support. Drunken Elaine quote of the night: "If I wasn't wearing clothes I think I had sex with, like, four guys tonight."

She called me this morning as I was getting up with a groan and said she woke up and vomited for two hours, and then resolved not to look at liquor for "at least two days."

Lesson learned: Do not be sober at a club, because everthing, even dancing provocatively, if not poorly, with men named Juan, looses its appeal.

Dear Member of Class of 2009,

On behalf of PIER21: The Center of Alcohol and Drug Education, we would like to inform you that due to Hurricane Katrina the deadline for completing AlcoholEdu has been extended. The first part of AlcoholEdu is to be completed by September 7, 2005. If you have already completed the first part of AlcoholEdu you will be receiving the course conclusion within 30 days. This section will only take 15 minutes to complete. The deadline to complete the course conclusion is October 14, 2005.

Oh. My. God.